[ He really wants to sleep now, eyes slipping shut, and a small sigh escaping him. ]

I am a narcissist after all. Thinking about my own happiness is in my nature.

[ Despite the joke, his emotions don't entirely reflect much optimism. Grief still clings to him, not yet having forgotten everything that happened in the gym. And beyond that, there's fear and uncertainty. He doesn't know if he really believes in some nebulous wish that'll be granted to them at the end of this, and he doesn't know if there will be a solution.

Or if they'll be picked off, week by week.

Before his thoughts can spiral too badly, he forces himself to take a breath, refocusing his thoughts. ]

But we'll figure something out. The potential of Annie and Riku's items is giving me a little hope.